Lyrics for Significant Other

9 TEEN 90 NINE

Fame, you're claimin is the top of the world. But the stage, I'm claimin is the top of the world. And love, I'm feelin when you people connect. And if you're out in the crowd, you're gettin more than respect. And if you're wonderin, I got plenty of flows. I'm makin plenty of friends, and many of foes. But as the audience grows, security knows, Stoppin me now is kinda serious. No use in dreadin what they call armageddon. I think we made it through this slump. But who really cares where we're headin? Cuz now you motherfuckers GOT A REASON TO JUMP!!! So let's make somethin out of it! This way we can all relate! World-wide, we collide! This is how we communicate! Hate, a feelin I don't really get. And hate, can get you in some serious shit. Time, is somethin that may change me. But I can't change time, so fuck it. I been stumblin through these thoughts And I bought the fact that I could be delirious. But as the audience grows, security knows, Stoppin me now is kinda serious. No use in dreadin what they call armageddon. I think we made it through this slump. But who really cares where we're headin? Cuz now you motherfuckers GOT A REASON TO JUMP!!! So let's make somethin out of it! This way we can all relate! World-wide, we collide! This is how we communicate! So let's make somethin out of it! Whoever thought we would see the day?! I can't believe we did it! So let's drift away. We see good things change and good things go away. We see good things wasted and we taste...the pain. What we need is a place to escape from today..right? What we need is a place to escape from TODAY....RIGHT?!?! Yeah, where we at? (where we at?) Where we at? (where we at?) Where we at? (where we at?) Where we at? (where we at?) You wanna be down with the G-Shock? Fuck the glam rock. Assed out like Ken Shamrock. MCs detest me, wanna chest-to-chest me? But I ain't all about that. You've gotta be down with the G-Shock! Fuck the glam rock. Assed out like Ken Shamrock. MCs detest me, wanna chest-to-chest me? BUT YOU DON'T WANT NONE OF THAT!!! Yeah, bring it on! (bring it on!) Bring it on! (bring it on!) Bring it on! (bring it on!) Bring it on! (bring it on!) DON'T STOP! It's 1999. DON'T STOP! It's 1999, baby.

N 2 GETHER NOW

D.J...Premier Who could be the boss? Hook em to the cross. Stranded, In the land of the lost. Standin up, I'm sideways. I'm blazin up the path on and off the highways a rap. Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal. Lotta stamps and brands, we like a bar code. I'm dashin all the media strikes that keep the media dykes... As reinforcement for the fight. And that alone'll keep John Gotti on the phone. I'm tangled in the zone, I got the Bees on the track. Where the fuck you at? Tical! Lemme hear you pigeons run your mouth now. Shut the fuck up! I'm pluggin in them social skills that keep my total bills Above a million the last time I checked it. Thank God I'm blessed with the mind that'll wreck it. Wait until the second round to knock 'em out. They call me Big John Stud, my middle name Mud. Dirty water flow, too much for you, thugs That can't stand the flood. What up doc? Hold big guns like Elmer Fudd the show stop. Mister met I'm unplugged, learn. Temperature's too hot for sunblock, burn. Playin with minds'll get you stay time. Locked behind 12 bars from a great mine. Killa Bees in the club with this ladybug. Brought a sword to the dance floor to cut 'er up...love is love. All day till they throw slug, and take another life in cold blood. Can't feel me? Till it's yo blood. Murder is tremendous, crime is endless. Same shit everyday, Father, forgive us. They know not what they do, all praise is due. I'm big like E-Z, ya big bamboo. What's that, I didn't hear you? Shut the fuck up! Come on, a little louder. Shut the fuck up! Everybody N 2 Gether now. Shut the fuck up! Wha? Shut the fuck up! Huh? Just shut the fuck up! What's that, I didn't hear you? Shut the fuck up! Come on, a little louder. Shut the fuck up! Everybody N 2 Gether now. Shut the fuck up! Wha? Shut the fuck up! Huh? Just shut the fuck up! Head strong, deckhorn, dead right, dawg. Dead weight, they're dead wrong, let's get it on. 12 rounds of throw-down, who hold crown. Protect land with 4-pound, Limp Bizkit. Get around like merry-go, bust a scenario. Comin through your stereo. Aaaah! Why risk it? Lifestyles of the pro Limp thinkin gifted. Aint essential vitamins and minerals delicious? Word on the street is...they bit my thesis. Knocked out they front teefes. Tryin to taste mine. Actin like they heard through the grapevine. Dope-fiendin for the base line. Tube of eyebrow{???} Pharmecuticals, hard as nails on the cubical. Where'd you find that monster? She beautiful. Wu-Tang and Limp Bizkit (Limp Bizkit) roll on the set. Kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, and inject. Mic check, so what's it all about? Where we gonna run? Maybe we can meet up on the sun. Discretion is advised for the blood of virgin eyes.We're limpin on the track with the Method, so get the sunblock. (Sunblock, haha) You're gettin one shot. Until you dissolve, I revolve around everything you got. From outta nowhere, be fair, you be blinded by the glare. I told you not to stare, now you're turned into stone. Without a microphone, but don't you forget you're in the zone. So shut the fuck up! And take that shit back, cuz all your shit's wack. Dil-dil with dil-dil. When it's weighed out like that. Burnin up your brain like a piston. So all those who didn't listen, never even knew what they were missin. And never even knew that the sky was fallin down. Wu-Tang Clan for the crown. What's that, I didn't hear you? Shut the fuck up! Come on, a little louder. Shut the fuck up! Everybody N 2 Gether now. Shut the fuck up! Wha? Shut the fuck up! Huh? Just shut the fuck up! What's that, I didn't hear you? Shut the fuck up! Come on, a little louder. Shut the fuck up! Everybody N 2 Gether now. Shut the fuck up! Wha? Shut the fuck up! Huh? Just shut the fuck up! It was over your head, all day every day. S-I-N-Y, 1-0-3-0-4, Wu-Tang Killa Bees. And the Limp B-I-Z-K-I-Ts. Y'all know the time, y'all know the rhyme. It aint easy bein greasy. In a world fulla cleanliness and, you know all that other madness we gone. Peace.